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Category: Poetry

I Dream Of London As I walked through the hedgerows of houses, The night dripped and dropped like ink and oil, A draggard blaggard, Peaked through moonlight smiling, His eyes preened and picked apart, Beak and talon, He squealed, My feet were stone and silent, My arms were chained against his charms, The sound of… Read More Poetry Friday – I Dream of London

It comes caught in the mouths of those who seek it, It weakens weaker minds and molds all those who worship it, It plows through pastures with irritating irrigation, It subdues those both sexual and sensual in nature and in bed, It warps and wraps itself around women who weep at the sight of it,… Read More Controlled

I can feel, Everything. The bitter sandpaper coating my throat, Oceans of mucus and snot, Pouring down my sinuses, Bones aching, Head aching. I feel aged, I feel weathered, The tread of my sole’s gone bare. Yes, I know I don’t have the same energy, And yes, You’ve made it very clear that I look… Read More Sickly

When I was a child, I danced on the toes of my father, Our laughter filled every room, Our smiles, Brighter than the sun. When I entered high school, Christmas had grown bitter, Frigid, Your presence set the precedence, As doors slammed, And bridges burned. Walking across the stage with diploma in hand, The word… Read More Stronger Belief, Stronger Dreams

I am ill. Ill with wanting, Waiting for patience, Among the posterity, Among the harm, Among hatred. I am ill. Ill with warnings, Waring within my wanton ways, These words pulsating across the, Pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages. I am ill. Sick to my studious stomach, Aching through the… Read More Ill With Wanting